Gideon wasn't flexible at all. Any interesting positions in the bedroom came from Amelia's ability, not his. He could support them in a standing position, but that was about it. Tons of positions weren't what made it good, though. He was fully capable of being more than satisfied without doing anything adventurous in the way of Amelia folding herself in half or putting her ankles behind her head. That didn't mean it wasn't incredibly hot when she did something like that, and Gideon wasn't about to tell her to stop. She could fold herself up however she wanted and Gideon would watch with a smile on his face.
The television was something Gideon was still not used to. He didn't know how to use it and typically left it in the corner to sit on its own, the screen dark and the remote lonely. He would rather spend time with people who were actually around than the little people in the panel of Muggle technology, especially Amelia. His family and hers were close seconds, as well as everyone from the Order. Gideon still spent more time with those groups of people than anyone else in the village, but he was trying to do better on that. But he didn't understand Amelia's affinity for the television. Still, he didn't mind because it made her happy.
Kissing her back without pause, Gideon picked up his own fork and almost used it as a shovel. "Yeah, damn near it," he agreed as he chewed, watching the pictures change on the screen. "Could've used potatoes though," he teased, pretending as though she was talking about the meal and not everything else.